A great poem describing TRUE beauty and its value. (Love the last stanza!) A message with so much truth that females can relate to, especially Muslim females (Muslimah). Words in [] are my additions.
Maybe you're smarter than me,
Or maybe you just know how much you're worth?
Or maybe you don't need anyone to tell you you're beautiful
Cause you already knew that the day you came out the womb
Maybe you know too much, or maybe you just expect the worst
Or maybe you ain't trying to be nobody's baby unless he speaks with your dad first [to show interest in marriage to a Muslim sister]
Maybe you're saving yourself for heaven cause you can't stand this earth and
Maybe you're saving yourself from hell, Iblis and the ones who are cursed
Maybe you see past deceptions, maybe this world is a lie
Maybe we're like in the matrix, but you're unplugged and you can fly
Maybe you just wanna go back home so you stare at the sky
Cause maybe you know the difference between living and just being alive
Maybe you are a slice of this life's ultimate prize
Cause maybe your mind has been divinely designed
But, maybe it's just me, or maybe it's Maybeline
Or, maybe I should do a better job of lowering my gaze, but honestly you're amazing
And I treat you like a queen cause you give me no choice
My sister in deen [religion, way of life (Islam)] it is time to rejoice,
For you who believe and work righteous deeds,
There is a garden of bliss, for all of eternity
If only you would believe what your eyes could not see
Which begs the question, what is beauty?
Maybe it's the way her bodies shaped or the way she's dressed?
But if the whole world was blind, how many people would you impress
I couldn't care less for tight jeans or a short dress
Or those shirts that expose what God told you to protect
And I don't mean to sound rude, but how could you approve of any dude
Who doesn't mind sharing you with the whole world with too?
Cause he probably don't think you're beautiful, he think your booty full
Glossed lips with makeup on every single cuticle, and it ain't cute at all
Cause if those shoes hurt your feet, why don't you just take them off
Some girls think that pain equals sexy, and if you got it show it off
But nobody even looks happy with those plastic smiles on
And those magazines are wrong, forget men and their songs
Love yourself first before you take anyone else on, [if you expect respect, be the first to show it!, to yourself and others]
And to love yourself is to love the one whom which all love belongs
There is beauty in creation, but the Creator really got it going on
Cause there is something seriously wrong, with pre-teens who look like moms
And middle aged moms who are afraid to see life move on
So they tell wrinkles to be gone, buy hair to make it long
Pluck this tuck that till you dont even know who even are
You women are oppressed, forced to flaunt your thighs and chest
And before puberty, you already on a diet
Promoting nudity, like it's some kind of natural science
But you're a diamond, I shouldn't even see past the glass cage unless I'm buying [in Islam, the dowry (mahr), or gift, is given by the groom to the bride at the time of marraige]
But if you have no shame than do as you please
Cause what is beauty, but an extension of modesty?
So maybe she's right, maybe she does deserve respect
And maybe she walks around feeling like a superhero with that scarf dangling from her neck
Maybe nobody is forcing her to wear it, [there is no compulsion in Islam]
Maybe she would never leave home without it,
And maybe she don't care what other people think, cause most people's opinions ain't even valid
Maybe she feels free; maybe she has peace of mind
And maybe she'll give you a piece of her mind if you step out of line,
Maybe she isn't perfect, but maybe she's trying
Maybe she is just taking things one day at a time
Maybe she laughs and maybe she cries
And maybe you would be surprised at everything she keeps inside
Maybe she can hear every single word said by those cowards
Maybe she has no problem defying all those who doubt her
Maybe she is a warrior and the silence is getting louder
Maybe she wears that shield cause every single day is a battle
Maybe she is more than the skin she is in,
Maybe we should start learning how to love what's within [love this part!]
Maybe God only knows all the places she has been
But maybe she comes back to Him, again and again
Maybe she's not afraid to die, just afraid not to live
Maybe I am not worthy of everything she can give
Cause maybe she is kind, sweet, pure, gentle and suitable
And maybe, just maybe, she is beautiful!
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